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“Remember about mountains: what they are made of is not what made them.”
― John McPhee, Annals of the Former World

“Eberhard died. I do not wish to articulate the details, for a form of spiritual or emotional rift in time and space was created on that day, and no matter how many years pass, I can always stretch back and know that pain as though the hole in me were being torn anew, or the sorrow may reach through with its icy finger and fell me when I’m least prepared. It is a part of me. A shadow that accompanies my shadow. There is no healing.”
― Nathaniel Ian Miller, The Memoirs of Stockholm Sven

“So you must make the best choices you can, knowing they may lead you astray, but proceeding boldly lest your life become one long monotonous drift between death and your last interesting choice.”
― Nathaniel Ian Miller, The Memoirs of Stockholm Sven

“From the time I'd been a precocious, skeptical child, the idea of simply winking out like a light, or a star, was more than enough to nearly paralyze me with existential misery. I knew I would cease to be, and yet I could not comfortably imagine a world without me in it. It's a form of narcissism, sure, but how do we live from one day to the next without convincing ourselves of our own fallacious importance?”
― Nathaniel Ian Miller, The Memoirs of Stockholm Sven